DIsclaimer: I do not: own OUAT, any of the characters or relationships; Fall Out Boy or their songs (I wish), sanity. I do own a small library though, and this plot.
Hello All! I have been off a while, so here is a little bit of entertainment. Soul has taken on an existence of its own, but I am about 8k in, so it is plodding along. This is a little bit of fun for you all to enjoy.
NOTE: I AM TAKING PROMPTS. PM me and I will try to write something for you. On with the story.
It was 3 weeks before Christmas, and the men of Storybooke had decided to all go out together for a meal. Ruby had diplomatically suggested that it was most likely because the women were all going to be going out later that week to the Rabbit Hole and wanted time to do a similar event, but Emma privately suspected that they were going to be mostly taking pleasure in confusing the resident pirate about the various Christmas traditions.
As a result, it was not surprising that at a little past eleven in the evening Ruby called the Sheriff’s office.
9 hours of studying and I can’t remember my own name but I can remember how to kill a man using a toothbrush so there’s that
the hell kind of classes are you taking?
I’m a forensic criminologist our slogan is “can’t run fast enough to be a serial killer so I’ll just help the police catch them”
Hello! This is only my second foray into the wonderful world of Tiva, but I was missing it and decided to write fluff. Please note, this was written halfway through season 11, and I have not yet seen the rest. Any continuity errors are thus due to me not being up to date. Please enjoy, my lovelies :)
Tony shuffled into his local supermarket with a sigh.
A year ago, he would never have had a reason to cook at him home, something that would have surprised his colleagues and certainly had surprised his father. After all, when they had their get togethers at Tim’s or Abby’s and everyone was sick of pizza and take out, he and Ziva used to take control of the kitchen and cook, creating strange mixes of vegetable and chicken lasagna with sides of falafel, or one of Ziva’s expertly made paneer curries served with risotto. But he hardly ever cooked at home back then.